At 6:29 a.m. everything looks as if it is just...
the trees black against the orange, then yellow...

We walked into the kitchen
from our late night supercenter visits...

When the day gives way to night
im still looking for his face...

Midnight cigarettes have never tasted as good as...
windy streets...

There was this girl i once met,
she used to come around...

There was this boy i met..days, months, years ago...
from the first time i saw him, and everytime...

Cars spit black gasses into the sky,
and brick walls fade...

I am here:
you...

There was a man last night,
a young man...